This is a song about "About bri"

It ain't where i been

About your condition,

Dont talk about me jus worry about you......

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Laughs at you and talks about

I might even stick my tongue out

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Interrogate about the dro when payrolls joked about

So many memories, that she cries about

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

I’d rather think about…

No more, we caked out

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Lot of things i'm getting pissed off about

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Enough about me lets hear about you